Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
Sam and Amalia are both such open books, guileless and projecting, and yet Evie - for once in her life - does nothing to divert or comfort. She knows this isn't going to end well, and maybe she should be trying like Amalia is to make it good while it can, but Evie is also so tired. Of being the tie that binds between her siblings. Of trying to navigate Amalia's course against the Ascended while having a twin who has already gone back to his Goddess, while also dealing with the news that Sam and his ilk had been the cause of so many deaths during LongNight, which she is actively planning to overtake with the other man at the table. It's a nightmare concoction, and Evie just...doesn't want a hand in it.
But alas, she's already here, and there's no point in wasting good wine and food. The first glass disappears into her stomach with no more than two swallows, shamelessly. And she internally winces at the way the conversation dances around implications and affairs that she didn't expect to come up so soon. "At least you're used to being a shut in," she tries to offer as a peace bough, smiling wryly. Antagonistic humor at least is something she can fall back on with her twin. And then, because Evie has never quite outgrown her asshole tendencies, she swallows a piece of meat and gives a strained, tooth-filled grin. "First time I ever saw a god, so it's a wedding to go down in my own history book." But she can't be too pointed about it, not something she can begrudge the beautiful couple when it wasn't really their fault. "Are you going to get involved with the local Government Sam? It's a shame you moved, or I would have snatched you up myself. Lorded over you a few more years." The joke is clear enough, meant to dull the snub she herself had just made, and to hopefully keep the area on safer territory a while longer.
How long that lasts, well...Evie isn't putting her money on much past this.
But alas, she's already here, and there's no point in wasting good wine and food. The first glass disappears into her stomach with no more than two swallows, shamelessly. And she internally winces at the way the conversation dances around implications and affairs that she didn't expect to come up so soon. "At least you're used to being a shut in," she tries to offer as a peace bough, smiling wryly. Antagonistic humor at least is something she can fall back on with her twin. And then, because Evie has never quite outgrown her asshole tendencies, she swallows a piece of meat and gives a strained, tooth-filled grin. "First time I ever saw a god, so it's a wedding to go down in my own history book." But she can't be too pointed about it, not something she can begrudge the beautiful couple when it wasn't really their fault. "Are you going to get involved with the local Government Sam? It's a shame you moved, or I would have snatched you up myself. Lorded over you a few more years." The joke is clear enough, meant to dull the snub she herself had just made, and to hopefully keep the area on safer territory a while longer.
How long that lasts, well...Evie isn't putting her money on much past this.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
